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Death in the Wind

I smell decay in the air. Stagnant. Sticky. It curls its wrinkled boney finger towards 
me telling me it will be back. Tick tock. Tick tock. The wind blows my hair away from 
my face and my soul away from my body. And then the wind stops, giving me my 
soul back just long enough for it to start blowing again and carry it away one final 
time.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 4/6/2011 8:22:00 PM
ooh death in the wind is a good title. let me out of here. a good write spooky, but good
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